This Year 365 songs: February 2nd

Feb. 2nd, 2026 06:15 am
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 For Groundhog Day, we are Going to Jamaica


It's easy to joke about Darnielle's penchant to write "Going to..." songs, but the thing is, he found a formula that worked, so it's hard to knock it. (This doesn't mean one stops making jokes about it, of course).

In these annotations, Darnielle describes "elliptical narrative" as a "lodestar" for him, which feels like a sort of vindication for me

This Year 365 songs: February 1st

Feb. 1st, 2026 01:44 pm
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 We start the month of February with Alpha Gelida


This is another song in the alpha couple series, though as Darnielle indicates in the annotations, that wouldn't be clear without the title.

I don't have a lot to say about this track or the annotation, so this is a short post Sunday.

This Year 365 songs: January 31st

Jan. 31st, 2026 03:24 pm
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 To cap off January, we are going to Wisconsin!


This is a really good instance of the "Going to..." series. We have yell-y Darnielle, some fairly stripped down music. too many words-per-measure-of-music, and some really inscrutable metaphors (the kind you usually get when literally translating idioms from another language, or that sort of thing).  All in all, a good end to the month of January.

a nunly anxiety dream

Jan. 31st, 2026 08:22 am
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I dreamt my checking account was overdrawn because I'd spent too much on latex. I'll have you know, reader, that I haven't bought any since September, nor was I planning to. Sheesh.

Edited to add: I've been sleeping super well lately. Lower hormones or more blankies? Time will tell.

This Year 365 songs: January 30th

Jan. 30th, 2026 04:58 pm
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 Today we have an Orange Ball of Peace


My comments yesterday turned out to be on the nose for today's song/annotations, as well.  Darnielle says:

 
It's the attraction of the difficult equation, you know—wanting to write something that's really simple but that's also hard to solve; wanting to write things that have a solid enough surface for even a child to be able to take in at one glance, but that craze when the light hits them. Wanting to write stories that work just fine as themselves but that hide at least one more story inside of them. Given the choice between giving away too much or not giving away enough, I will, in my personal life, always overdisclose, and, in my professional life, always hold something back. My professional self and my personal self are barely even on speaking terms, and who can blame them?

They don't really understand each other. This song is obviously about a guy who has realized his lifelong ambition of becoming a fireman.

That's why it's such a happy song, in D major with a happy little riff between lines. It's also abour how he didn't actually pass the exam you have to take to work for the Fire Department, but that's okay.

There are a lot of ways to be a fireman.

This isn't quite an answer to my comments from yesterday, about the truths in the narrative that even Darnielle doesn't know, but it sure seems to be getting at that same point about his writing.
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This is raw. You'll just have to deal with it, as we are living in extraordinary times here.

My brother came out to Minneapolis this past week from his home just outside New York City, as he does every couple months or so to see my 97-year old mother. The two of us went out for breakfast on Saturday morning. He asked me what it has been like.

I told him.

The two things I think that have shocked my naive white lady ass the most, I told him, is that we are under attack from our own federal government.

And that they are LYING so shamelessly and contemptuously about everything going on.

You think I would know better by now. I remember how everyone on the staff for my employer (the Minneapolis Area Synod of the Evangelical Lutheran Church of America) gathered in 2016 to listen to the verdict for the trial of the killing of Philandro Castile on the radio, and how shocked I was that Yanez was acquitted. And how even more shocked I felt when my Black co-worker said, "I'm not surprised in the least."

And in the years that followed, I started to better understand what she meant. When George Floyd was killed, I saw that cops lie about everything. I dove even harder into doing the work of deconstructing my own inner racism, which I had already started under the direction of my employer. I started to get a glimmer of what it might be like, from listening to Black activists in that aftermath, to live in a society where the government is absolutely not here to help or support you. They are here to attack and oppress you, and they will cut you down if you stand in their way.

But it is only the past couple of months that I have started to experience what it is like when the government's malevolence is turned on people exactly like me personally.

ICE vehicles race up and down the streets in my neighborhood, blowing through stop signs and red lights. Helicopters and drones hover in the sky over me. There are smashed cars all around me. And there are signs tacked on trees and fences reading, "Our neighbor was kidnapped here." One of those sites is a mere block away from me. Businesses I've frequented and loved for years are closing, unable to stay open in the face of the government's determination to kidnap their employees and ruin them.

When I went home after that breakfast with my brother, I learned of the death of Alex Pretti. I went by the corner where he was killed every time I went to work, just as I went by the place where Renee Good was killed.

That night, answering the call that went out on social media, my neighbors and I gathered on corners throughout South Minneapolis, carrying candles. I was a little late to join, as I was driving home, and I passed corner after corner where people were gathering. It was honestly so incredibly moving to see all those lights in the darkness held by people mourning and bearing witness. Hundreds of them.

I brought the candle that was lit at Rob's funeral. This was on Saturday, January 24. The eighth anniversary of Rob's death was on Monday, January 26.

God, I wish he were here with me, that I didn't have to go through this living alone.

I'm doing what I can. I won't say what specifically because we are at that point where we have to keep even constitutionally protected actions hidden from the government.

Sometimes I think that the only thing that keeps me going is knowing that the government (my own government) wants me to feel powerless and helpless and afraid. So I'm not going to be out of sheer spite.

My card this week is just one image, because sometimes one image says it all.

A woman bundled up in a winter coat stands on a street corner at night, holding a candle in a glass chimney.

Mourning

4 Mourning

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wTni ePkas S3

Jan. 29th, 2026 09:14 pm
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I'm about halfway through bingeing season 3 of Twin Peaks, and I'm watching the DVDs (Hooray for Scarecrow Video!) out of order because I had some difficulty getting two of the eight (!) to play.

It's... slow. And dark. And arty. And it messes with absolutely everyone. This time Lynch had no one to say no to him, and I'm mostly OK with the result. It's got nearly all of the original cast plus, inevitably, Laura Dern and Naomi Watts*. Oh by the way, Nine Inch Nails is on the sound track. So is Eddie Vedder.

It's the same, and yet not. I'm hooked, again. I'm not sure whether that's surprising or not.



*Kyle MacLachlan said that Lynch used the same actors repeatedly because "We were the only ones who could understand what he wanted."

Small Stuff

Jan. 29th, 2026 01:14 pm
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I seem to be the respository for old papers in various lines of descent. None of them worth a damn, except their voices are such a joy to "hear". But on recent visit my daughter asked for the little iron box containing her great-grandfather's letters from WW I.

Jack Murray was a typical nineteen year old and it comes across so clearly. He joined the army early on, and was shipped from CA to Florida to base camp. There, they went around asking if anyone was familiar with automobiles. He said he fooled around with them, as many Los Angeles boys did.

They yanked him out of infantry and put him in the nascent motor pool, before shipping them off to France. The ship journey, their arrival in France, and the rapid development of Motor Transport is fascinating to read from his ground-level perspective. After the war, he was one of the last to leave France, as he was vital for the transport system.

My daughter commended on how very, very earnest he was about his longing to marry Great Granny (then seventeen or eighteen) RIGHT NOW. Also, she commented on the slang of the day. Everything was a peach. A peach of a car, a peach of a trip, a peach of a meal. She was a peach of a girl!

Next Ihope she wants to read the letters of a great-great grandfather through her grandfather's line--these beautifully written copperplate letters from California right after the gold rush, through a quake, and a riot . . .

This Year 365 songs: January 29th

Jan. 29th, 2026 12:44 pm
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 Today we are Going to Monaco (More exciting than Cleveland!)


Am I going to make it through the whole year doing this? A good question. I am enjoying doing it, for the most part, but at the same time, I have yet to work out a plan for what to do when I travel. The book is not small, and I don't want to drag it with me on every trip I take.

One thing that keeps striking me about the annotations is that Darnielle writes about the narratives and characters in these songs with the same lack of knowledge that we, the average listeners, would have.  What he likes about the narrative voice of this song is that he doesn't know exactly what's going on.  I know he is not alone among authors in having that sort of relationship to his writing, but it is intriguing to me, for an author to leave things in the space between "there is no answer, because I have not written one" and "there is an answer, but I didn't make it explicit in the lyrics". The true "death of the author"-ish position would be a third option: "there is an answer (or more than one), but it comes from audience and context", but he doesn't write about it that way either. It reads more like there is a definitive story which he has only partially glimpsed, and no one has the information to settle some of these questions of ambiguity.


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Rather than do a usual Wednesday book post, I'm going to aim for a more in-depth review of the most interesting book I read this past week.

This was another fortitous historical find thanks to the Song of the Lark blog -- I'd previously heard of Johanna Kinkel, and listened to some of her songs, but the blog post there, helped put together for me the arc of her life. She left her abusive first husband and supported herself with a successful musical career (here's her setting of Heine's Die Lorelei). Then she secured a divorce, fell in love and married again. She and her new husband got involved with politics, which led to him being sentenced to death for his part in the revolution of 1848-49. However, she used her connections to first commute his sentence and then help him escape from jail, after which they moved to London and struggled to get by with four children, but despite declining health found a second career writing and giving public lectures on music. Sadly, just days after writing her novel Hans Ibeles in London, she fell out of a window and died; she was only 48.

I also learned from the blog post that Johanna Kinkel's novel had been translated from German into English in 2016 as part of the Ph.D. thesis of Angela Sacher -- so of course I had to try reading it, and it drew me right in with the story, characters, social commentary, and sense of humor. That said, while for the most part I greatly enjoyed reading it, I don't think it entirely works as a novel, and I can only recommend it with the reservations that it's depressing in stretches, and the final section has weird melodrama and uncomfortable race stuff. (More on that later.) I also feel a bit daunted writing this review, since, while there is some scholarly writing about Hans Ibeles in London out there, I could only find one short book review of it on the Internet, and it's quite short (here, in German, also contains a link to a epub of the original German text).

While the book draws deeply on Johanna's family experiences as German refugees in London, the story is only very loosely autobiographical. The titular Hans Ibeles is a small-town composer and conductor in Germany, who gets caught up in the revolution and then has to flee to London, with his wife and their seven children. But it is his wife, Dorothea, steadfast, practical, and domestic, who is the heart of the story -- Hans's character sometimes feels a bit out of focus, but we always know where we are with Dorothea as she navigates the culture shock of moving to England, makes friends, faces difficulties, and ultimately comes to respect her Victorian middle-class neighbors and find a place among them.

There's a scene early in the book, where Hans and Dorothea are making their first round of calls in England, and one of the people they call on is a Great Man of Letters, who turns out to be an incredibly dull conversationalist, more a businessman than an intellectual. Ultimately they come to the following explanation for their disappointment: London is just such a fascinating and multifaceted place that one just has to tell it like it is in order to make a good story. And that is absolutely part of the appeal of this book -- the incredibly detailed depiction of London from an outsider's perspective, as well as showing a side of London society, the German refugee community, that you don't see in more British novels. And this is a book that is deeply concerned with woman's lives and the domestic sphere -- there's a chapter where a character recounts her experiences of working (and seeking work) as a German governess in England, and another chapter about the process of hiring a housemaid in London.

But while one of the literary strengths of this book is its realism, and its unflinching look at the conditions of genteel artistic poverty that reminds me of George Gissing, it is also a book that indulges in some less-realistic tropiness at times. I particularly enjoyed the episodes where various revolutions describe their daring escapes from Germany, including the story of how Hans was hidden in a mausoleum by an eccentric musical young lady. The book also has the appropriate amount of coincidence for a 19th century novel, and some scheming plots that never entirely come into focus. There's a Polish countess who befriends German refugees while secretly working on behalf of Russia -- but her pretensions at being a femme fatale are undermined by the story, as we see her from the perspective of her German governess, and ultimately she comes across as a well-rounded, good-hearted, character.

Two-thirds of the way through I was telling people I liked the book so far but I wasn't sure if I could recommend it until I got to the end. I could tell that the main tension in the story was due to Hans and Dorothea's failing marriage, and I wasn't sure if it would resolve happily or sadly. What I didn't expect is that it would resolve by way of melodrama with some problematic racial stuff. The shape of the ending, as far as Hans and Dorothea are concerned, is a fairly standard sentimental plot of betrayal, forgiveness, and reconcilation. But in order to set off the betrayal Johanna Kinkel feels the need for a Bad Woman, and the countess has been defanged and won't do. Instead, the new Bad Woman is a beautiful woman who murdered her husband and got away with it in the eyes of the law, but to escape the infamy of her reputation has disguised herself in blackface with the help of her devoted mixed-race former nurse. We get one conversation between the two women that does give their characters some depth, but ultimately I don't rally want to excuse the choice made here.

Finally I feel like I should end by emphasizing the feminism of the novel -- this is a book that is deeply focused on its women characters, and interested in the predicament of women's lives in general, which the characters all have different perspectives on -- I'm particularly fond of Meta, the countess's German governess, who is the most outspoken feminist.

I'm really glad I read this book, and it's given me a lot of food for thought, much more than I've brushed on in this review.
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Review copy provided by the publisher. Also the author is a dear friend, and I read an earlier draft.

I'm so glad we're finally closing in on the day when the rest of you can talk about this delightful weird book with me. If you've been reading John's short stories for all these years, rest assured that this book has the same heart and the same absolutely fresh take on the world and its structures. If you haven't, what a treat you have ahead of you! Go forth and read!

This book, though. Okay. Ellie looks after the structure of the universe far more than most of us with physics training. She regularly visits the skunkworks, an extra-universe space that allows for tweaking and re-coding the laws of this and other universes. John puts the physics in metaphysics here--there's a whole community of people dedicated to this work in a way that's a lot more like a branch of engineering, architecture, or software design.

Unfortunately, most of that community has been poisoned against her by her self-righteous, violent, and gaslighting-prone sister Chris. And when their mother dies, Ellie is left scrambling against changes in the laws of physics themselves. She's not sure who she can trust. Thank goodness for her hulking cousin Daniel, the most food-focused metaphysician you'll ever meet.

So yeah, you'll be intrigued, you'll be hooked, but you will also be hungry. Maybe it's that John and I have similar taste in food (the bao! the brussels sprouts! WHAT DID YOU DO TO THAT EGG TART, CHU), but I was on the edge of my seat mostly to find out how Ellie and Daniel would beat Chris's machinations but also a tiny bit to see what food item Daniel would come up with next. I always knew that cooking was crucial to the maintenance of space-time. Soon the rest of you can see why. Highly recommended.

This Year 365 songs: January 28th

Jan. 28th, 2026 07:33 pm
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Today’s song is early spring


Today is a “fine song, not many thoughts” day, and I am behind at typing this up. The annotations mostly talk about the repetitive structure of the lyrics, which works well here, and which makes it an effective instance of Mountain Goat minimalism.

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The surgery hits keep on coming. I guess they got tired of all my questions because they sent me the big ol’ packet via Docusign with all the info and lots of blanks to fill in. Highlights:
  1. Low sodium, low carbohydrate diet for two weeks prior to surgery to cut down on water retention.
  2. Dandruff shampoo (!) for two weeks prior to surgery.
  3. No hair coloring for a month before surgery.
  4. Pre-op appointment on April 27th. Yeah, I should have seen that coming and not bought my plane ticket for then. Fortunately, I paid extra for an adjustable ticket, so I’m good there. I also extended my hotel stay by a day.
  5. Confirmed, no waxing, sugaring, plucking, electrolysis, or laser hair reduction anywhere on my body from one month prior to three months after surgery.
I’m so not looking forward to telling the lady who sugars me that I won’t get to see her for four months. She’s a single mother who’s not exactly rolling in it. When I’m ready to go back in August, I wonder if she’ll have any time for me. Le sigh.

I put Dancer’s name on the form as the person who’s looking after me, with her consent, natch. Likewise I put my son down as the person to call with the news of how the surgery went.

This is a lot even if you put the funk in executive function like me. I shudder to think of what other, less fortunate trans women go through with all this.

In any case, the packet is SINED, SEELED, and DELIVERED. (Brownie points if you get the reference without googling.)

social adventures to the north

Jan. 27th, 2026 03:47 pm
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I finally went to the munch in Lake City that’s run by a FOAF. It’s either three buses or two buses and a train. Lake City seems to be one of these neighborhoods that’s hard to get to on transit by design; cf. Georgetown and White Center.

But! A wide selection of tasty beers, many folks of (ahem) similar inclinations, and much socializing. I even went part way home with a baby trans woman.

Seven hours of monophasic sleep last night. It still doesn’t quite feel like enough.

This Year 365 songs: January 27th

Jan. 27th, 2026 05:00 pm
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 And now we are Going to Cleveland


The first mention of longtime Goats member Peter Hughes occurs in the annotations for this song, though it feels more like a foreshadowing of his entrance into the story than a proper introduction to Peter Hughes.  Hughes was running a tape label, and Darnielle decided to just make a song a day for ten days and release the resultant tape (this track is from that tape). This is not the story of how he met Hughes, but it seems to be the start of his professional interaction/collaboration with Hughes.

The song is all right, but I don't have a lot to say about it.

more surgery restrictions

Jan. 26th, 2026 04:45 pm
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Says Dr. D in his book, I can't get sugared or pluck anything, not anywhere, a month before to three months (!) after surgery. He recommends a single-bladed razor for (ugh) shaving.

And why? Infection. Apparently it's a problem even if the area you get depilated is nowhere near your face, because bugs can travel through blood. Since his patients are trans women, the usual culprit is electrolysis. I may be done with that, thank Goddess, but he really did say no plucking and no waxing.

Actually, now that I'm typing, he didn't say no sugar, just no wax. Nevertheless, I should ask.

One step back, and hopefully several steps forward.

meanwhile...

Jan. 26th, 2026 05:33 pm
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We got a lot of snow in the Boston area, but people seem to be coping fairly well. The building management company have sent people over here to shovel the walks, several times, so I was able to take out the trash and recycling. The forecast for the next several days is for cold, very cold once you count the wind chill. It turns out that I can wear Adrian's old snow pants, which will do a lot to protect my legs from cold and wind. The remaining problem is boots: even with the 3/4 insoles Adrian lent me, they're too loose, including at the front, so I may try putting in a pair of full-length insoles and see if that helps. The other possibility is to go out looking for a pair of snow sneakers, or at least waterproof hiking shoes/boots (though the forecast is for the kind of weather where waiting for two trolleys, and walking from home to trolley to store, is daunting.

I've been looking at Bluesky again, in large part for news and commentary about what ICE is doing in Minnesota and elsewhere. When I've had enough for a while, I click on the "astronomy" feed I subscribed to months ago, so the first things I see are an astronomical pictures.

I did a lot of PT yesterday, and a few exercises today. It feels like I haven't gotten a lot done today, which I think is because I'd been hoping to make some phone calls (not all of them political), and assumed I wouldn't be able to take the trash out today. (The alternative to that walk along the side of the building is a spiral staircase, indoors, but spiral staircases aren't good for me, and this one is tight enough that my joints really don't like it. Cattitude can deal with it when necessary, but he's already going up and down that stair regularly to do the laundry.)

This Year 365 songs: January 26th

Jan. 26th, 2026 05:09 pm
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 Today we have Song for Tura Satana



Darnielle loves a) elliptical* storytelling, in which you cannot recover the entirety of the narrative from what is in the lyrics, and b) the demise of relationships. I suspect that this is, like, at least 30-40% of his songwriting corpus.  Add in "longing for a place you haven't been" and "fascination with specifics of ancient history", and you are well on your way to the overwhelming majority of his interests.

This is a pretty good track, I think. The annotations are about how he read the story in a magazine, and became fascinated with it, and then wanted to make sure it was preserved for his memory. Somewhat ironically, he notes that he then misremembered a fairly central component of the story (whether Satana was shot or did the shooting) for decades, so, you know, so much for preserving the memory.  Part of the cost of telling stories in a fragmented manner, I guess, but also, no narrator of actual history is ever 100% reliable, really.  This is a pretty substantive divergence, but if you look at the Genius.com annotations for his Song for Cleomenes, you'll see that Darnielle frequently doesn't let truth get in the way of a good song, even in smaller ways (so much for Keats, I guess). 

*I am fairly embarrassed to say that I am pretty sure the word I was searching for, in vain, two weeks ago, was "elliptical".

more info about my impending surgery

Jan. 25th, 2026 01:55 pm
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Today is the day to read instruction manuals. I finally read some more of Facial Feminization Surgery, by the Sculptor. It had a couple of instructions that I'll need to follow. I'll need to stop taking my usual fish oil, because omega-3 fatty acids can affect bleeding. And no booze from two weeks before to two weeks after the surgery. Neither of these presents an undue hardship, but they're definitely good to know. And, of course, good to type here.

Go me for reading this stuff in plenty of time.

This Year 365 songs: January 25th

Jan. 25th, 2026 11:38 am
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 And today we are Going to Hungary


The annotations here are particularly interesting because Darnielle describes how he would re-write some of the lyrics if he were writing them today (he would rework the last lines to end on "gentle" rather than "Lincoln Continental"). It's an interesting bit of insight, to see him thinking about little tweaks like that 20 odd years later.  That is a sort of change I would spend a lot of time on, if I were writing lyrics.

I don't have a ton to say about the song itself, other than it is a nice occasion for me to think about the time I went to Budapest, which I really enjoyed.

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